I present to you, VAN HALEN!

I took it upon myself (and Mark) to watch Van Helsing for the first time last night. Yes... this will be spoiler-free, oddly enough.

Aside from the bad script, glaring plot holes, the cheap shots galore, historical innaccuracies, and the fact that everyone had an accent except Hugh Jackman... there were some good points, I must admit.

-Like the vampire brides. Interesting ideas for some flight anatomy there.
-Like David Wenham being utterly utterly cute.
-Like the delicious shots of Hugh Jackman shirtless, sweaty, scratched up, and roaring mad and is this sounding familiar to anyone else? ... not that I'm complaining. It's a nice kind of typecasting. He's a very good man to be angry. And snarling. And shirtless and those shoulders and that chest and the hominahomina...
-And then there was the killer outtakes. Those things had me in utter stiches. I love footage of people screwing up and making fun of it themselves. Well worth the rental, if I may recommend.

But the funniest moment was not in the outtakes, no... and this one had me shrieking.

Absinthe straight from the bottle, anyone? How about a nice fat gulp of absinthe straight from the bottle?